The man who strode into the room exuded an air of cool detachment, standing tall and composed as if he had stepped out of a classic Hollywood film.
His features were chiseled and handsome, with an effortless elegance in every movement. A powerful, almost tangible aura surrounded him, leaving those in his presence breathless.
Upon his arrival, Stella instinctively clenched her fists, a glint of cold determination flashing in her eyes.
Like bees drawn to honey, the journalists swarmed around Haynes O'Brien.
"Mr. O'Brien, are you here to bring justice, to hold the murderer accountable?" one journalist eagerly asked.
"Mr. O'Brien, you've been silent about Mrs. O'Brien's alleged attack on Ms. Pearce. Does your silence mean you believe Mrs. O'Brien is guilty?" another pressed.
"Mr. O'Brien, are you planning to divorce Stella?" came a bold question from the back.
Cameras flashed incessantly, capturing every nuance of Haynes' impassive expression. He remained composed, looking as chilly as ever.
In response to the barrage of questions, he said, "Please, step aside."
Though his voice was calm, his gaze was piercing, making those around him shiver and instinctively step back.
Haynes cut through the crowd and turned to Benson beside him, "Clear the room. The press conference is canceled."
The announcement caused a stir, and the room buzzed with disbelief.
Ignoring the uproar, Haynes moved gracefully toward Stella on the stage.
A sharp, sarcastic laugh escaped Stella's lips, cutting through the chatter like a knife.
Her clear and unwavering voice rose above the clamor. "Canceling the press conference, Mr. O'Brien? Afraid I might reveal something that would seal Ms. Pearce's fate?"
The crowd's focus shifted back to Stella, cameras and recorders once again capturing every word.
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